It's like I've been getting punched in the arm all day, over and over again, and someone just now walked up to me and punched me in the arm.
So call me emo, tell me I'm overreacting, tell me I'm being unreasonable; I don't care.
It ******** hurt, so ******** you.
Why would anyone want to talk to me when they could talk to someone else? Why would anyone want to hang out with me when they could hang out with someone else?
That's right; they wouldn't, and they don't.
And I don't blame them, I really don't. I get pissed off, at first, because I got hurt, but I always just end up hating myself for it. I mean, it must be my fault, after all, if everyone reacts to me this way.
I'm not fun enough. I'm not witty enough. I'm not confident enough. I'm an introvert.
It's my fault. Obviously. And I look at this single situation, and I know. I know, it looks like I'm overreacting. But you have to understand, that I'm not just crying about what happened today. I'm crying about what happens to me all the time. And I know perfectly well that the person who made me cry; their action was completely justified. So I'm not mad at them. I'm just mad at myself.
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